In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweeping Motions.”

The world around’s tumultuous,
Chaotic at the border;
But here, within my tiny cave,
I can impose some order.

Be it my room or background screen,
Least those I can keep neat;
In spite of friction in my world
That’s generating heat

I know I need to keep my cool,
It can be hard to do;
But where I can leave order
I will do it.
Wouldn’t you?